11/29/2008

See Past My Eyes

I said I was a ghost
You told me to sit quiet
And it was things like those
That first started my failure

What's it feel like?
To know you're far better loved
Than I thought I was
All was said that I was wrong

It's not a question of where I belong
But to know that I'm here
I'm hated, I'm adored
Left me in my dolor

There's a fire burning
My home is set free
My heart will be light
And bright enough to see

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